We had quite a snowstorm tonight here in West Michigan. Roads are horrendous. I was on my way home and a man was in the ditch. Naturally, I stopped to help him and another man try to push him out.
The two of us who were not stuck were parked in the road, there was no choice. It was a country road and it was park there or in the ditch ourselves. We both made sure we were to one side of the road so that we were out of the way of any traffic (there was almost none).
Were out there digging and pushing, up to our asses in snow in the ditch. A couple of young men pulled along side and did they offer to help? No. One of the asshats rolled down the passenger side window and gave us a hard time about parking in the middle of the road. Mind you these idiots were able to get by safely and without any real effort.
I was not nearest to the dipshit which is too bad because I thought the appropriate response was to give him a fist in the mouth.
The point is, I feel we are expected to help each other out. I did not know this man that was stuck in the ditch, turns out he lived about 20 - 25 miles away. This is irrelevant.
Last year my wife went in the ditch and we could not get her out, not until a stranger came by, saw that he did not have his tow strap in his truck, turned around and went home and got it, returned and pulled my wife out. I hoped to run into him later to thank him again but did not. In my mind, the way to thank him is help someone else. Maybe sometime it's his wife I help out.
I don't understand the mentality of someone like this. I believe it his ultimately a reflection of his parents. I rest easy knowing that if one of my boys is out and about and someone needs a hand, they would help.
As far as these guys, I can only hope they're stuck sometime and sit their asses there for awhile and think about it.